I'm pretty sure I've figured out how to write a story without losing interest: write about 500-1,000 words per day.

Rating: T-violence, swearing, Grell, Grimmjow. Those two need their own disclaimer.

In case the rating didn't give it away, this had more than just Kingdom Hearts and Kuroshitsuji. It'll have Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood (spoilers up to the Promised day), Bleach (spoilers up until Ichigo decides to invade Hueco Mundo), Soul eater (spoilers up until the Keshin's revival).

Soul Eater is anime-based, and everything else (Kuro included) is manga-based.

Grell sighed, glaring at the paperwork that William had recently assigned him. According to him, it was punishment for the Jack the Ripper cases, but Grell figured that he just plain hated him. And it was so nice outside too!

He muttered something about Will being a meanie and glared at his paperwork some more. It was times like this when he wished that the Dispatch department allowed pets-but William would certainly see through the 'dog ate my paperwork' excuse Grell was planning.

"WHAT THE HELL!" A voice from outside the office suddenly proclaimed in an extremely panicked tone. "SOMEBODY GET ONE OF THE HIGHER-UPS! THERE'S TOO MANY!" Grell, slightly alarmed (and hoping that he was one of the higher ups called) glanced out the window.

There were hordes of what he thought were contorted demons of almost every shape and size, all heading for the Shinigami Headquarters. The larger ones were the size of an average house, and almost all of them were donning some weird-looking masks. Several looked like massive shadows, and a surprising number were attacking from the sky.

Several other Shinigami rushed in to attack, but they were quickly swallowed up by the mob of attackers. This process repeated itself for several minutes until Grell noticed William join the royale. He managed to take out several of the aerial-based monsters, but was slowly overpowered by a skeletal parrot with a treasure chest clutched in its mouth.

"WILL!" Grell called, about to jump out the window and help his fellow Shinigami-

"Hello? Anybody? …shit, they all went to fight the Heartless and Hollows. Morons," a voice echoed from the hallway, accompanied by the sound of faint footsteps.

"Ya know, if you don't come out, you'll die, along with everybody else," the voice coaxed.

"Everybody else is dead?" Grell whimpered. The footsteps stopped upon hearing the statement, and got slightly louder.

"Where are you? Pride'll kill me if I let people that can be saved die," the voice muttered.

"Over here," Grell stated, clutching his Death Scythe in case the person was an enemy. A second later, the door opened, followed by a person. Grell could tell from the violet eyes that he wasn't a Shinigami, but wasn't a regular human. However, the regularly colored fingernails contradicted any demonic powers. The green, palm-tree styled hair was another inhuman trigger, though he didn't have any weapon. He was dressed oddly, with a skort and sleeveless black shirt, along with what Grell thought were socks and fingerless gloves. He also had a crimson symbol on his thigh that looked suspiciously like a contract symbol, though.

"You from this dimension?" the person inquired, glancing out the window at the progress of the battle.

"Um…yes. What's happening?"

"Hollows and Heartless are attacking. Chances are, a few kishin-corrupted souls and Mannequin Soldiers are there as well," the other responded. "Anyway, I'm here to round up the survivors while Pride and friends make complete asses of themselves trying to kill all of the enemies."

"What if I don't want to be rounded up?" Grell growled, revving up his Death Scythe.

"Then ya die, along with your frien-OH SHIT, THEY'RE HERE!" the Shinigami was taken aback by the other's sudden change in mood, but kept his chainsaw clamped in his grasp.

"Get on my back. NOW!" the green-haired one ordered, checking the hallways.

"Why…?"

"They managed to get in. Get on NOW or I'll leave you to die!"

"But why should I?"

"Shit, just do it!" he ordered again with an angry gleam in his eye. Grell, lacking a better option, dismissed his chainsaw and grabbed the other person's shoulders firmly. Seconds later, red sparks danced across the other's body, changing his human outline to something more equine. About ten seconds later, Grell was seated upon an olive-colored horse.

"What….? Are you a demon?"

"Nope," the horse replied with an amused tone in its voice. "I'm a Sin who just happens to be a shapeshifter." The horse then dashed out of the room, and Grell could see several of the smaller invaders wandering around the halls.

"Where are we going?"

"We're going to find Axel, who should portal us out of here. He was somewhere around here," the Sin muttered. "If you see anyone with spiky red hair, let me know. Oh, and tell me if the Hollows or Heartless catch up. I can take care of most of the bastards, but I can get overwhelmed."

Grell turned and looked back at the horde of creatures, which they were quickly loosing. "I think you lost most of them," he noted. "Well, there is one that you haven't completely lost," he added a second later.

"One? What does it look like?"

"A blue knight in armor with sword hands."

"Crap, that's a Zip Slasher," the Sin replied, obviously annoyed. "Can you kill the thing while riding me?"

"I don't think so."

"Shit," the horse replied, annoyed. "Axel should be somewhere over here, so he should be able to take care of it." After about half a minute, it was approximately thirty yards away and quickly gaining. It was close enough for the redhead to see that its blades were faintly glowing green, and it had a weird symbol on its left shoulder, and was rapidly increasing its pace.

"Axel!" Grell briefly glanced up from the armor-clad figure to notice that the shapeshifter was galloping toward a redhead in a black clock.

"Envy? That you?"

"Shut up and make a portal for this guy. I've got a Zip Slasher on my tail."

"Zip Slasher? Shit, those are annoy-"

"Less talking. More portaling." Axel sighed and waved his hand, creating what appeared to Grell as the lovechild of a black hole and a galaxy, only about a yard and a half tall in diameter. The Sin inspected it for a moment before growling at Grell to get off his back about ten seconds before he started to transform back into his human form. Axel had summoned what reminded the Shinigami of twin oversized shrikens, which he promptly set aflame, making Grell back up several paces in surprise.

The suit of armor had reached where the trio was, but Axel threw his twin weapons at the enemy, both impaling it through the chest and setting it on fire simultaneously.

"Drama queen," the shapeshifter muttered as Axel retrieved his throwing weapons from the monster's corpse.

"So, you find anyone else?" Axel inquired.

"Only this guy. Everyone else seemed to be determined to go down in a blaze of glory. Oh, and what's your name, redhead?"

"Grell."

"Grell, get in the portal."

"Why…?"

"It'll take you to the Castle That Never Was," Axel interjected. "I guess you could call it our base."

"But William'll get mad at me if I ditch work."

"Chances are, William's dead already. Grell, everyone in this dimension that you know or care about is gone, along with those who you don't. As far as we know, you're the only survivor," the Sin said with mock cheerfulness.

"E-even Will?" The Shinigami whimpered, scared at the shapeshifter's sudden change in mood.

"If you saw him fighting the Heartless, than yes, he's probably dead," he replied.

"B-but he's a Shinigami. He can't die unless his soul's taken by a Death Scythe," Grell murmured.

"Heartless and Hollows can take souls. Don't even bother denying it; he's dead," the shapeshifter said.

"He can't be," Grell responded. His voice had started to take on an extremely frightened tone once the Sin had suggested that William was dead, and the shapeshifter's comments weren't doing anything for his sliver of hope that his friend was still alive.

"Envy, stop harassing him. Anyway kid, get in the portal. You'll arrive in what we call 'The Gray Area.' Chances are, Medusa or Pride'll be on duty. Tell them that Envy and Axel found you, and you'll be fine. Got it memorized?" Axel interjected. Grell nodded, but was reluctant to get in the portal until Envy got fed up and shoved him in. The redhead was about to yell something about the fact that you shouldn't push a lady, but he was already gone.

I already have the first two chapters typed up, but you'll have to wait until I decide to transfer my chicken scratch onto the computer, since I write the chapters on paper beforehand.